If I could find a way to speak the love
That gives me grace to give up selfish thought
And holds me when it's you I'm thinking of
And shows me I don't love you as I ought,
Then you would know there's so much more than this.
There's more than all this foolish girl can give:
Enough to blow your mind in every kiss;
Enough for all the seconds we will live.
It's not my own--I've borrowed from the One
Who gives me grace to see I've gone too far,
Yet may move on and change what I have done,
And learn to love you for the man you are.
Give this foolish heart just one more try;
I'll prove how much I love you till I die.
postscript
Sometimes I don't think it's possible to love anyone as I should. But that's why I'm really glad I don't have to do so on my own.